We are still sorting all the stuff from the Welsh dresser which is awaiting auction. This slender little vase that was once my Granny’s had been very neglected and the silver was black. Now it is shiny and beautiful and now contains our last rose, picked today before the next storm, Burra, arrives tomorrow.
I’m researching what the various marks mean.
Rehearsing with the Ingleheart Singers at the Eco park was fun as always. On the way out some of their quirky decorations amused me.
The wind has broken our yellow gladiolus so I brought it in and put it with some Japanese anemones. When I came down this morning the sunlight was making it glow.
Yesterday I caught the Trelissick Water Tower in the gloom but still love the golden squirrel.
My poet friend, Kim Ridgeon, thought carefully before publishing the following thoughtful and rather disturbing poem. Likewise I have thought before posting it here. I have the same reservations about my blog – it’s about beautiful things and I try to avoid politics here (Not elsewhere!) but Kim’s poem is a beautiful piece about the horror we are all feeling about Afghanistan. 
Thank you, Kim.
It was our last session for singing with The Suitcase Singers until September and next week is our lovely choir leader’s half century birthday. To make it special each member of the choir was asked to bring a couple of blooms or greenery from their garden so that we could put together a more personal bunch than one from a shop. The resulting bouquet was absolutely amazing, full of colour and scent and most of all, full of our love for Claire
Thanks to Mandy Rolleston for this photo.
There’s a new shed at the allotment and it is gorgeous!
Coming back up Church Lane after watering and harvesting this evening, we met a new cat. Just look at its eyes!
Our hedgerows have changed colour from blue to mostly pink and yellow with some white. The Foxgloves are gorgeous and the bees love them. We heard a cuckoo on our walk around this morning. As I write I can hear two owls calling to each other. .
Looking over the hills from the Great Flat Lode across to the sea where a navy frigate is coasting up and down. It is here because of the G7 taking place in St Ives this coming weekend. There’s a missile launcher at Godrevy!
Tulips everywhere! This is our Suffragette pot of purple, white and green in a container we rather like. 
More tulips! White ones in the wall border. 
The trees along the route to Truro are greening up beautifully.
Our lovely neighbour called in today (well, not in – at a distance in the garden!) to thank us for a couple of things and brought with her a very pretty little bouquet from her garden.
I’ve made a Spiced Carrot Cake today, scrumptious! Sent some next door, of course.
Biden is to be America’s next President. Breathe again, world, things will get better now. We opened the Prosecco! And I love Kamala Harris!
Thank you all, Dear Readers for your kind words yesterday. I will reply to all the comments …….
I started my blog 9 years ago yesterday so today enter my 10th year of Beautfulthings! That’s 3,411 posts, 2,566 followers and visitors from 100 countries! Thank you all for reading, liking and taking the time to comment – all much appreciated.
We are loving our Redruth greengrocer, Grow Box, saved from closure by local traders. Today, among other things, we bought some beautiful, locally grown Heritage Tomatoes. 
I needed them in particular for a recipe I had just read in today’s Feast that comes on Saturdays with our Guardian newspaper. Here is the Tomato and Courgette Loaf with Tomato Chutney. This afternoon I met with our lovely neighbour for a cup of tea in the garden and we each had a piece of the loaf and both declared it to be delicious. 
It’s so lovely that we can still find beautiful flowers to bring indoors. Here we have some Jasmine that we pruned yesterday, some Fuchsia that we have pruned today and a Calla Lily that has been broken by the wind. 
If you read yesterday’s post and wondered what the creature was, I have added a P.S. to the post with the id that came today from the Royal Entomological Society!
A quiet day today, pootling around the garden catching up with dead-heading, weeding, and some pruning after days of hectic family fun!
Butterfly mask made for Daughter No 1
Collected from the garden
The lovely Mr S spotted this Grasshopper on the slate terrace but it didn’t hop anywhere. We think it was trying to lay eggs but the slates were not the right place to be.
Common Grasshopper
Last night’s sunset was spectacular and the colour was caught in the windows across the road from us. My Dear SIL, with whom I share a love of special words (like petrichor and serendipity) sent me a beautiful new word a few weeks ago and today I can use it to describe that lovely colour caught in the windows – enrosadira. It is used in the Dolomites where at sunrise and sunset, the rocky cliffs take on hues that vary from light yellow to bright red, to different shades of pink and violet, until the mountains disappear in the dark of night. Enrosadira is a ladin term literally meaning “turning pink” (Ladin is the ancient language of the inhabitants of the Dolomites). We get the same beautiful effect here in Cornwall!
What beautiful colouring on this bee and how glorious he looks as he searches for nectar in the Eryngium flower.
As the New Year started, work began on our local Fish’n’chip shop, just around the corner. Everything stopped during lockdown, building continued recently and today they opened so that was tea sorted! As an English teacher, the sign pleased me with its apostrophe, a little fish, in the right place!
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